Either the big guns will get you or I'll load up the trike with Talibanfan and pay you a visit.

Monday, 5 July 2010

Berrys

Today I’ve been pissing around not wishing to put anything into the mind muse. I’ve got some stuff to hit you with but not just yet, it needs to stew a bit more. Very recently I’ve had some BOWTIME and virtual Magners with my Secret Squirrel, Bulgarian, ChiComm, South African and Nihon chums.

So I went a wandering and as usual the universe took my hand and led me astray.

You will remember my banging on about Zheng on several occasions. Indeed I have often looked forward to the havoc to be unleashed on treaties and protocols when the Chinese Emperor’s junks in the dunes of Bhimini get turned up.

I have 1421 1st edn, treasured with my other artefacts in the catacombs, and I didn’t know he’d shot another. I took my eye of that ball. God it’s full of mental maps, maps and more maps than you can shake a stick at.

God fukkin’ damn!!!!

I told you Columbus didn’t go anywhere without having a clear idea of where he was off to. And my instincts about the boy Polo were indeed correct. SPY.

I have always viewed the achievements of these great navigators as being the only thing, THE ONLY THING, which can equal the Moon landings. At least in the last millennium.

As I wandered through the corridors of the site drinking in the wordy words and the mappy maps, imagining the great task undertaken I read this part and realised just how small we are.